This is a song about "No home"

Baby, you know who you are

But black kids come home to no father,

And then along came the wrong man for her

But black kids come home to no father,

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Runnin home invasions

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

A shelter he can call home when there's no turning back

My bitch more sophisticated cause she like to smoke

Ain't come from no happy home, my pain y'all cannot decode

Nobody is going home

Mami told me son, hold your own

Asshole flowers, going home

So beat me to the bone

Music that y'all condone

If u wanna get home